I went on a walk with my beloved Aunt last week in the Portland hills up to the Japanese gardens. Warm light falling on the concrete, purple shadows draped over uneven ground. The opportunity to "see" is exponentially larger while walking verses our many other modes of modern transportation. The Japanese Gardens are always a sight to behold, breathtaking views in every direction, yet they leave no debris. This little treasure I found on the city street in perfect shape laying in a dry gutter. A beautiful gift.